"I think Malfoy is a death eater." Harry says randomly, sitting across from me in the compartment.
"Are you crazy, Harry? Malfoy? A death eater? I honestly don't think he has it in him." I reply, holding my head up matter-of-factly. Lying to my best friend, what was I becoming? I was no better than a death eater myself.
"Yea Mione, your probably right." Harry says, half-heartedly as he stands up with his wand and walks out of the compartment, into the over-crowded hallway. That was close.
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"What's wrong Draco?" Pansy asks me.
"I hate this school." I reply, sitting down across from her. I do hate it, I hate the school, I hate the students. "Why do THEY have to attend anyway. Nasty, mating with a muggle, like mating with a dog, no doubt." Blaise and Pansy nod their heads in agreement. I know they are simply agreeing with me because I am a Malfoy. The name is a legacy...and a curse. Biting my tongue I can't help but think about what I said. I don't mean it. I hate the school, yes. I hate the students, yes. I hate that we have muggle-borns going to this school, simply for the reason that if they didn't, I would have never met Granger and she would never be at risk.
Suddenly, I feel a gust beside me. Seriously Potter, if you are going to hide with some invisibility spell, don't rub against me as your trying to climb into the baggage compartment. I roll my eyes.
"Hey Malfoy, check this out." Blaise says to me, passing me a piece of parchment. Glancing at it, I see a horrible drawing of Hermione with dog ears sticking out of her out of control hair, and a dog tail. Honestly, looks more like Aunt Bellatrix than Mione anyday, but still.
Shredding it up, I look at him. "Look, we have more important things to do, than doodle pictures of a muggle blood. If that's all your wanting to do is draw funny looking pictures, just let me know, and you'll be out." Slowly the train comes to a halt and students begin unboarding. "I'll be right behind you, Pansy. I think I forgot something," I wink at her, closing the door. She is such a silly girl, thinking that I am interested in her. I pull down the blinds, leaving just me and an invisible Harry in the corridor.
"Ugh..."I fake a stretch, acting like I don't know he's there. "PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!" I yell, pointing my wand where I know he was hiding. I don't see him fall, but hear a thud as a table falls over. Pulling the invisibility cloak off of him, I just look at him, disgusted. "You make me sick Potter. You ignorant little prit" Then, I don't know what takes over me. I think about Granger, and the danger she is in, I think about my mom, about how the night before I left I had to beg her to eat something, so that I would feel a little bit better about leaving her home alone. I thought about everything and all I could see was red. I wanted Harry dead for what he did to my family. I wanted him dead for what he was doing to Hermione. I could kill him right now and not think twice. I raise my foot, crashing it down on his face, feeling his nose break beneath my shoe, and I feel like I could do it, again and again, until this entire corridor is filled with his blood. And then, I stop. What am I doing? I am not a murderer. As angry as I am, I am not what everyone thinks of me. I'm not my father. I can't say I'm sorry. Dammit! "That's from my father." Not exactly a lie.